Quotes About Unheard

Out of the unimaginable blackness beyond the gangrenous glare of that cold flame, out of the Tartarean leagues through which that oily river rolled uncanny, unheard, and unsuspected, there flopped rhythmically a horde of tame, trained, hybrid winged things that no sound eye could ever wholly grasp, or sound brain ever wholly remember.

The afflicted are not listened to. They are like someone whose tongue has been cut out and who occasionally forgets the fact. When they move their lips no ear perceives any sound. And they themselves soon sink into impotence in the use of language, because of the certainty of not being heard.

Everyone's screaming, I try to make a sound, But no one hears me

Quite often I can get real music on the transistor radio in the evenings. It makes what used to be long hours after Anna has gone home a time of marvels. I marvel that such beauty flows in through my ears, unheard by anyone else. What a miracle!

Gethsemane is all the things we fear most except one. We fear we are unheard. We're sure of it, but it is not true. It was in that original Gethsemane that Jesus, in the words of Hebrews 5:7, offered prayers and appeals with loud cries and tears to the one who was able to save him from death, and he was heard...And we are heard.

To be of no account to others. No one listens to you.

Algunas cosas no cambian. Hay cosas encerradas detrás de los muros que no pueden cambiar porque nadie las oye.

Non tutto. Vi son cose che restano rinchiuse dentro i muri e non possono cambiare perché nessuno le sente.

Sessizlik keskin bir ç??l?kt?, iÅŸitilmemiÅŸ ç??l?klarla doluydu...

Remember the unremembered; love the unloved; salute the unsaluted; hear the unheard; do the things which have not been done!

If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent If the unheard, unspoken Word is unspoken, unheard; Still is the spoken word, the Word unheard, The Word without a word, the Word within The world and for the world; And the light shone in the darkness and Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled About the center of the silent Word. Oh my people, what have I done unto thee. Where shall the word be found, where shall the word Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence

The mayor spoke in a very exotic way. It was obvious that he was a man who marched through life to the rhythms of some drum I would never hear.

Bond grinned with pleasure. What most warmed him was that M. himself should have rung up Mathis. This was quite unheard of. The very existence of M., let alone his identity, was never admitted. He could imagine the flutter this must have caused in the ultra-security-minded organization in London.

This endless howl no one else even hears.

Being unheard is the ground floor of giving up, and giving up is the ground floor of doing yourself in. It's not so much, what's the point? It's more like, what's the difference?

Morrie went to his funeral. He came home depressed. "What a waste," he said. "All those people saying all those wonderful things, and Irv never got to hear any of it.

What a waste.. All those people saying all those wonderful things, and Irv never got to hear any of it.

My story is one of millions, and the others aren't often told.

there's plenty of stories that need telling what never get told, just because people can't bear the listening. My

When I was in South Africa, I went for dinner with some friends, and I knew more about their history than they did - it just hasn't been told.

I realised that everyone and everything out there had a story, and that most stories would never be told.

Riots are the voices of the unheard.

They never asked, I kept offering.

No one can see me, no one knows me; All men are deaf, no ears disclose me